A sunny afternoon, sweat sticking to our body, tight, like a second skin. There is no shame in it, merely noticed. A golden glow encases…
Comments closedA sunny afternoon, sweat sticking to our body, tight, like a second skin. There is no shame in it, merely noticed. A golden glow encases…
Comments closedThe dye on my lips, purple like dying plumbs, tastes oddly charcoal like, making me grimace, but enjoying the sensation of it nonetheless, leaving a…
Comments closedI feel the pressure of the world, weighing on my shoulders, pressing me to the ground so I bow to the sun, and the moon.…
Comments closedThe terror was shoved under covers, and given another name for years, so that it was never called terror again. Piling up, new titles with…
Comments closedYes, I know I am not beautiful, at least not as you see me, but through your eyes and into mine, I see me as…
Comments closedThe wind rests on trees, making it seem like spring from behind these curtains. Troubles are packed away in leather suitcases, and loaded onto trains.…
Comments closedHow patiently she waited for the letter, fingers gripping the mailbox iron, a drowning mermaid to the land, too quickly it came. How apparently she…
Comments closedI wonder for a while, if you are sitting on your bed, breathing heavily, eyes closed, pulling back memories like the tides, just like I…
Comments closedSex and Love, there is no connection. Moving pictures of crass people flash across our eyes, and little girls see unhealthy angels wear the things,…
Comments closedI believe you less than I ever did, yet tell you more than I ever should. See how the pen cuts like a sword? See…
Comments closedOh, you’re like ripe red wine, and your lips are so divine, your body like a small boy, The eyes so blue, you could overtake…
Comments closedThe heat on my back, is like a runner on a side walk, somewhere in Mississippi, while August chases after her. Rain burns my feet,…
Comments closedBlindness is the answer. The speeding car, brights dizzyingly flashing. Smashed against brick, pieces of glass left over
Comments closedIndescribable winter cold, Silver blue, not white, Eyes like Caribbean if seen. Skin, burnt like red orange flower, Painted on clean white sheet, child’s art…
Comments closedSpilling lemonade down a rich white desk. Sitting in a tree, not afraid of falling. Seconds of life passing in short memories enjoyed at the…
Comments closedI have forgotten everything I have ever heard. Memories and dreams swirl confusingly. Sound slapping my head in blunt waves. Is this what it is…
Comments closedI did not answer your question because a woman with blunt bangs and green eyes green eyes green eyes was watching a man with a…
Comments closedLove him better in the dark, quick spell of cold, A breeze that chills life, as if it were red wine. Someday you will find…
Comments closedThe sun is fading on my skin, reflections run deep. In a winter so cold, how can I think of beaches and sad eyes and…
Comments closedThe music is the only thing flowing in this room; Worried people stare as arched backs bend. Heat hurts people, Rage is the thing in…
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